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Vrooom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
What I'm doing, getting money
What we doing, getting money
What they doing, hating on me
But they never cross
Cash money still the company
And, bitch, I'm the boss
And I be stunting like my daddy
Stunting like my daddy
Stunting like my daddy
I be stunting like my daddy
I'm the young stunner
Stunting like my daddy
Stunting like my daddy
I be stunting like my daddy
Bitch, I'm paid
That's all I gotta say
Can't see you lil niggas
The money in the way
And I'm, I'm sitting high
A gansta ride blades
If you ain't gon' ride fly
Then you might as well hate
Shit, I gotta eat
Yeah, even though I ate
No, it ain't my birthday
But I got my name on my cake
Believe that
And your mans wanna play
I'm a fuck around and put
That boy brains on the table
So pick 'em up
Pop 'em, let 'em lay
Where I'm from
We see a fucking dead body every day
That's uptown
Throwing stuff at 'em
Niggas talk about me
I'm throwing shots back at 'em
Bitch, I'm a pipe
She like a crack addict
She saw me cooking eggs
She though I was back at it
I grab my keys
Ho, I gotta go
Got my motorcycle jacket
And my motorcycle loafs
Vrooom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
What I'm doing, getting money
What we doing, getting money
What they doing, hating on me
But they never cross
Cash money still the company
And, bitch, I'm the boss
[CHORUS]
98'S, 45 paper plates
10, The whole thing
Big money heavy weight
A hundred stacks
Spend fifty on a Caddy,
Twenty-five on the pinky
Bought a pound of blow
And bounced back
Magic grills
Big houses on the hills
Got them hoes in the kitchen
All cooking pan meals
Holla, dollar after dollar
Flipping chickens
Getting tickets
Want the money and the power
Born stunner, uptown hunter
3rd world G's
Nigga been about money
Ice chunk, birdman ?
White tees on a
Chromed out 1100
You know we shine every summer
We grind every summer
And this is how we spend money
You see them Bentleys and them Lams
Them ounces and them grams
Bitch, we was born hustlas
Vrooom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
What I'm doing, getting money
What we doing, getting money
What they doing, hating on me
But they never cross
Cash money still the company
And, bitch, I'm the boss
[repeat CHORUS]
When I was sixteen
I bought my first Mercedes Benz
I must've fucked a thousand bitches
And they girlfriends
White leather
Hot new bare rims
Brand new pistol with the
Trigger like a hair pin
Big work
We don't need a scale, man
Big papers say good morning
To the mail man
What you know 'bout putting
Bricks in the spare, man
I can stuff a coupe
Like a motherfucking caravan
I'm in my zone
My form is so rare, man
You looking at the chairman
How you want it
Show me my opponent
Show me my opponent
I'm still balling
A bullet gotta get me
And I've never been a pussy
Cause my hood would never let me
A made nigga
Got made niggas with me
I'm a motorcyle boy
So I'm about to pop a wheelie

Vrooom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
What I'm doing, getting money
What we doing, getting money
What they doing, hating on me
But they never cross
Cash money still the company
And, bitch, I'm the boss
[repeat CHORUS]
Vrooom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
Vrooom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
Vroom, vroom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
Cash money still the company
And, bitch, I'm the boss
Vrooom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
Vrooom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
Vroom, vroom on a Yamaha
Chromed out 1100
Cash money still the company
And, bitch, I'm the boss